poem 81 of a poem a day for 2012

yellow acacia

spread desiccation

the layers of daylight 

slow spectrums the sky

as it folds itself 

down to night

as am I 

sitting and 

watching 

the bloom fill

of dusk

like I did 

the dawn

at this same table

I was able 

to watch out

this same window 

and smell 

inside what time

does in our accretions

and orbits

and Loves

with all

we stop for 

to sow blinks  

into our dreams

when we do  

find what elliptical

spirographs of breath

are the paths

that bring us here

EJR (c)